Jack Siler Stories

My story of the month is my story of the month. I woke up about 3 weeks ago at 4AM with an almost co . . .

A Christmas story Version I I was raised across the river from St. Louis back in the days when dus . . .

A Christmas Story Version III There was yet another kind of Christmas season waiting for me. I had . . .

A Christmas Story Version II After Sarasota’s growth to a major city, I moved to Paris where Tha . . .

I spent a year studying painting at the Art Department of the University of New Mexico. The wild wes . . .

What I thought I was, was a young playwright, but that’s another story. While I was in that mode, . . .

When I was an adjuster in the little town of Sarasota in the Fifties there were 2 exceptional orthop . . .

I walked into MacDonald's, ordered a Big Mac cheeseburger, paid for it, ate it and forgot it in 5 mi . . .

Shortly after I got to Paris I made friends with a young Frenchman named Philippe. He was from a ver . . .

I was your friendly disaster man. I called myself the Roof Dancer. Usually I was on one of the first . . .

I've always been an opponent of style per se. The bathing suits of 1900 looked silly by 1920. The h . . .

In 1986 I returned to Kenya where I’d lived and traveled before. It had always been a magic place. . . .